In the sweltering summer heat, banks often crank up the air conditioning like it's free. This tactic has successfully led many elderly people to switch all transactions they could handle at the self-service deposit kiosks to the cashiers. After waiting for over an hour, Jin Xueyang finally withdrew the funds he'd reserved. Under the glare of an anxious man behind him, he stood up, apologized briefly, and walked towards the waiting area.

The electronic sound of calling numbers in the hall stopped and started again. Jin Xueyang saw Zhang Moyan's thin figure sitting on a chair near a tree of Guanyin. Her eyes were drooping, staring blankly at the marble patterns on the floor tiles. She was like a lost lamb, helpless and confused as if her soul had been taken away.

"Moyan, I'm fine!" Jin Xueyang walked over and thrust the paper bag, which looked like it was filled with bricks, in front of Zhang Moyan. "I haven't been to the bank for a long time. I thought it would be so busy now that all the bank services are mobile payments. Who would have thought it would be so busy?"

"You should take a rest," Zhang Moyan quickly stood up. "Thank you. I will find a job as soon as possible. I will definitely pay you back by the end of the year... I will pay you half."

"There's no rush. I don't have much need for money. There's no rush to find a job either. You don't want to be a journalist anymore, so take your time looking for a job. This time, you have to find a job you want to do."

Jin Xueyang stuffed the purse into Zhang Moyan's hand and said, "Is 150,000 yuan enough? If not, I'll make an appointment to get it for you tomorrow."

"Fifteen thousand?" Zhang Moyan was surprised. "Didn't I borrow one hundred thousand from you? We started working in the same year. I've spent so little in recent years, but I've only saved two hundred thousand. Where did you get the money for your huge expenses..."

"Don't look down on me," Jin Xueyang interrupted her indignantly, "You can't just count the money I earn from work. The pocket money my parents give me is much more than that meager salary, okay?"

Zhang Moyan looked at the money in his hand silently.

Jin Xueyang couldn't bear to see her like this: "Oh, I really do have money! How about I show you my account balance right now..."

Zhang Moyan pressed the phone Jin Xueyang held out. "Thank you! I don't know how to express my gratitude to you for your generosity. It's not easy for you either. You really don't have to lend me any more money!"

Jin Xueyang was puzzled. "Oh my god, why are you being so reserved? Why is it so difficult for me? Do you have any misunderstandings about my family's situation?"

Zhang Moyan looked at Jin Xueyang sincerely: "Okay, when you can withdraw money without having to queue up for a regular number, I will definitely borrow from you again, okay?"

Jin Xueyang nearly spat out a mouthful of blood: "Zhang Moyan, your emotional intelligence... you really know how to hurt me. I don't just keep my money in this bank! Oh, luckily I'm used to it, otherwise I would be so angry that I would die."

Zhang Moyan then realized that she had said the wrong thing and said in a panic, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look down on you."

Jin Xueyang wiped his chest to calm himself down and waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it. I know what kind of person you are. Let me tell you, I am the only one in the world who will forgive you. Let's go, I'll take you back!"

Zhang Moyan nodded and put the purse into her handbag.

The two walked out of the bank and got into Jin Xueyang's car.

As Jin Xueyang pulled out of the roadside parking space, he asked Zhang Moyan, "How are you going to give this money to your adoptive parents?"

Zhang Moyan was silent for a moment, then said, "They probably don't want to see me now... I still have the key to their address. I know they participate in neighborhood committee volunteer activities every Saturday morning, so I want to put it in there when they're not home."

Jin Xueyang listened to her plan without saying a word.

"I know their kindness in raising me cannot be measured by money, but now I don't know how to make it up to them except with money... I can only repay them with my 200,000 yuan savings plus your 150,000 yuan for now. I'll give it to them later when I have more money."

Jin Xueyang looked at the traffic ahead and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he only exhaled: "Okay, this is really the way it can be."

Zhang Moyan turned her head to look at his profile and said solemnly, "Xueyang, I've told you about my adoptive parents and me. If you see them in the future, pretend you know nothing. Don't mention it or feel bad for me. You're the person I trust most in my life. I've told you everything I can and can't say. You must promise me."

Jin Xueyang glanced at her and said, "Am I sick? Telling people that your child was accidentally killed, and you are so unlucky that you raised the little girl that the murderer originally wanted to kill?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Jin Xueyang cleared his throat and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I understand. I won't see them."

Zhang Moyan paused for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Thank you."

"Since your adoptive parents have put the house up for sale through an agent, where are you planning to live next? Are you going to rent a place?"

Zhang Moyan lowered her head. "Well, I'll ask the real estate agent about renting a house today. The real estate agent who came to see me yesterday said he could recommend a place for me."

Jin Xueyang sighed and said, "The rent in Shenhai has gone up ridiculously this year. A one-bedroom apartment like yours would cost at least 4,000. Plus, you'd have to pay the landlord 12,000 for a three-month deposit. Do you have that much money left?"

Zhang Moyan didn't respond. After a while, she said, "I heard that some landlords can negotiate a one-month deposit."

Jin Xueyang chuckled. "Some landlords, but you have to be lucky enough to find one. You're in such a hurry to find one now. ...Okay, since you're in trouble this time, I'll help you to the end. You can move in with me. I have a spare bedroom in my house. You can stay as long as you want. I won't charge a penny."

Zhang Moyan was stunned when she heard this: "How can this be possible? How can we live together?"

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